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All characters are 18+ NMIK

The playful texts had been sent back and forth. The teasing had escalated into something more. Now, it was becoming awkward to read the texts in public. What if someone saw the flushed cheeks, the shuffling of pants to not show a rising problem and prevent nearby people from assuming there was a deviant in their vicinity.

What if there is a damp spot on the seat when I stand because my baby boy has made me drip with arousal; while I think of feeling his beard on my thighs and his tongue licking away at my center and his tongue sucking on my clit in that wonderful that he does.

All these thoughts had already happened, but now the script had been flipped. The teasing was being done my Mommy has she pulled her baby boy' face deeper into her.

However, it was her tongue that was causing her diapered boy to squirm while he licked, and sucked at her pussy that was soaked with arousal.

"Did you like teasing Mommy baby boy? Did it bring you pleasure to show Mommy pictures of you and your beard telling her that it was clean, soft, and a good place to sit? Because now you're here where you belong, pleasing Mommy with that tongue of yours, giving me pleasure, and all you can do is try desperately to get relief for my prince part, but you can't. Do you know why?"

I lifted my head slightly to answer, but was immediately she pulled my head back to her pussy.

"You know better than to talk with your mouth full, diaper boy. The reason you can't get relief is because Mommy has her prince part tucked away inside a thick, crinkly diaper, and you will not be allowed to have your cummies anywhere besides that thick crinkly diaper."

I felt her arch her hips and press her pussy harder into my mouth. "That’s it baby boy, make Mommy cum in your mouth. All that teasing you did earlier has her so worked up, and I want you to taste me!"

Without stopping, I did as ordered and tasted her arousal and savoring every drop of it.

When she finally relaxed her grip on my head and settled her hips back down on the mattress; she patted the bed beside her, beckoning me to lay next to her. I couldn't help myself as I moved up to lay beside her, my padded prince part against the naked flesh of her thigh.

"Still trying to be a sneaky baby boy, huh my little one?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Ok, then show Mommy how you can be a big boy."

I sat up quickly and moved to undo the tapes on my diaper.

"No, baby boy, Mommy put you in those, so Mommy is the only one who can take you out of it."

I watched in resignation as Mommy reached behind her head; beneath her pillow, and pulled out one of the vibrating wands. It was the purple one that she used to tease her prince part.

"Here you go, baby boy. Lay down beside Mommy and show her how you can be a big boy with your prince part all locked away inside this thick, crinkly plastic prison.

As much as I had hoped to be a big boy inside of Mommy’s pussy the thought of being gifted an orgasm was too much to pass up. I just as quickly laid back down beside Mommy, taking the proffered vibrator and switched it on pressing it hard against the rustling plastic just above my cock.

Mommy rolled over and placed against the smooth surface just over my balls.

"Go on, baby, show Mommy how you make yourself feel good."

I let out a gasp of pleasure as I found just the right spot on my diaper, and I started to grind harder against the wand.

"Shh, baby boy, not so loud. Here I have an idea."

She grabbed my pacifier from the nightstand, and instinctively, I opened my mouth, but before Mommy placed it between my lips, she slid the pacifier down her body and then just inside her sex. I could only watch in rapt fascination as Mommy twirled the pacifier inside her for just a brief moment before pulling it back out and letting me see the clear, silicone nipple that was clearly glistening from being covered in her arousal.

She pressed the pink pacifier against my lips, and I inhaled the wonderful scent of her pussy before opening my mouth to except the silicone nipple into my mouth.

"There we go. Much better, baby boy. Now show Mommy how you are a big boy. I want you to taste me and know that you are mine and I am yours. My pussy juice is all over your face and all over your tongue, I've marked you and now I want you to show me your devotion and cum for me, baby hoy. Cum for me in your diapers."

While I suckled and used the vibrator Mommy had placed her hand back on the smooth surface over my balls, pressing and rubbing the cotton padding against me while she used that teasing tongue and wonderful brain of hers to bring me to the edge of of orgasm . As she told me to cum for her a second time. I did!

My whole body tensed. I think I nearly bit the nipple of the pacifier off, I'm sure, but as my orgasm peaked, I looked over into Mommy’s eyes and saw desire, softness, and all the other wonderful emotions, but most of all I saw love.

When I finally relaxed, Mommy cradled me softly against her naked flesh. The vibrator was turned off and tossed aside. It felt as if the only thing in the room was the two of us.

Later, as we lay there and felt the cool autumn air blowing through the windows and cooling are warm flush bodies. Just before we both drifted to sleep. I heard Mommy whisper in my ears. "You are safe, you are loved, and you are Mommy’s amazing baby boy."

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Kelly's New Dolly

DISCLAIMER: This classic Crissie story contains diaper usage, forced crossdressing, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Zeke couldn’t believe his luck. It was bad enough that he had to look after his little sister, Kelly, on his only day off, let alone having to chaperone an 8-year-old’s birthday party at the single girliest place he’d ever laid his eyes upon.

Zeke’s mother was supposed to accompany the girls to the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory for Kelly’s party, but of course, she chose today of all days to get sick. This left Zeke as the only person who could look after the party.

At first, Zeke refused, but after an obscene amount of begging (and a sizable bribe), Zeke agreed. However, as soon as he entered the factory, he realized didn’t ask for nearly enough.

The Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory was a paradise of girliness. Everything from the walls to the displays were all painted different shades of pink. There was a costume shop, a makeup store, and even a massive playground. Kelly and the other girls couldn’t have been happier, but Zeke couldn’t have been dreading this anymore.

The day started with pizza, cake, and presents. As the girls all screamed and giggled with each other, Zeke sat alone at the edge of the table, gorging himself on a large cheese pizza all to himself.

After lunch, it was time for the tour to start. An employee dressed in a bright purple princess costume came to greet them. “Hello! My name is Princess Lilac, and I’ll be giving a very special birthday girl a personal tour of my kingdom.” The girls all cheered and followed the employee through a pair of double doors.

It took Zeke exactly 5 seconds to be bored out of his mind. He lagged behind the group of hyperactive grade schoolers, his eyes locked on his phone, only looking up to make sure one of the girls didn’t jump off a catwalk or something.

By the 45-minute mark, Zeke was starting to regret wearing such uncomfortable walking shoes. His feet were absolutely killing him. While the girls were all standing around Princess Lilac as she talked about another dull machine, Zeke decided to take a seat on a bench to rest for a second.

While Zeke sat, his phone was lit up with messages. His girlfriend, Kat, was still pissed at him for kissing another girl at a house party last week, and he was doing some serious damage control. The pair furiously texted back and forth, spending little energy to even acknowledge what the other was writing. He didn’t even know how much time had passed before he looked up and noticed the party had moved on without him.

Zeke wandered around for a few minutes, trying to catch up with them, but he was so incredibly lost. Everything looked the same: pink, pink, and more pink. With his frustration mounting, Zeke decided to enter the next door he came across.

The door led him to another set of catwalks that hovered over a number of various conveyor belts that weren’t in use. Each belt had several nude, life-sized dolls lined up neatly and wrapped in plastic. Zeke started to lightly jog towards the other side when his phone buzzed again. He reached into his pocket to answer, only to lose his grip on the phone and watch it tumble down onto one of the conveyor belts.

Looking over the edge, Zeke figured it was only about one story down to the conveyor belt. With no regard for caution, he stepped over the railing and lowered himself until he could safely drop.

As he landed on the rubbery surface of the conveyor belt, he found that it was much more springy than he assumed it would be. The shockwave he caused resulted in all of the nude dolls bouncing off the belt and onto the ground. His phone was also launched, flying through the air and landing right at the mouth of a big machine.

Zeke tried to walk but discovered the belt was much too unstable for that, leaving him to claw along the belt until he could finally reach his phone.

Little did Zeke know that the tour group had arrived at the main attraction. The factory allowed visitors to create and design their own life-size version of their favorite doll from the Pretty Pretty Princess collection.

“As the birthday girl, you get to go first!” said Princess Lilac in her sugary sweet voice. “Do you know what doll you want?”

Kelly nodded enthusiastically, “I want a big Betsy Wetsy doll.”

With no more deliberation, Princess Lilac escorted Kelly to a control panel. Kelly diligently picked out a short, pink princess dress with puffy sleeves and a tiara. She also added two giant, fluffy diapers, some lacy stockings, and a pair of pink high heels. Then she moved on to make-up, leaving no space unpainted.

With everything selected, Kelly hit the “Make My Dolly” button with innocent enthusiasm.

For Zeke, she couldn’t have pressed start at a worse time. Just as he got his hands on his phone, the conveyor belt started moving forward. The force caused him to fall backward. He tried to get up, but the unstable floor beneath him made that an impossibility. With no escape, Zeke was pulled into the machine.

Princess Lilac let the girls over to a big room with a viewing window, “Here you’ll get to watch while your dolly is dressed and-” The sudden sound of Lilac’s phone ringing cut her off in the middle of her speech. She reached into her bra and pulled it out. “You girls stay right here and watch. I’ll be off to the side if you need anything.”

Princess Lilac walked to a corner of the room, leaving Kelly and the other girls to watch as Zeke was pulled into view by four mechanical arms, his screams muffled from inside the insulated room. The girls rushed to the glass and started laughing at the boy’s misfortune, the loudest of which was Kelly, who was silently annoyed that her brother was being such a stick in the mud. She squinted her eyes and smiled, ready to enjoy the show.

The machine wasted no time removing Zeke’s clothing, which it mistook for the doll’s wrapping. In a matter of seconds, he was completely nude.

The arms then laid Zeke down on a padded mat as he was forced to watch two of the largest diapers he’d ever seen be carried toward him by more mechanical arms. They were not real diapers but were instead filled with cotton stuffing that was designed to make the padding even bulkier than the real thing.

Zeke pulled and wiggled as much as he could, but it was no use. The machine lifted his butt off the mat and pulled the first diaper onto his waist, simultaneously spraying his crotch with a perfume that strongly smelled of baby powder. It wasn’t over, though, as the second diaper was soon added, separating his legs over a foot wide.

The arms continued by adding two long, silky stockings to his legs, which hugged him in a way he had never felt before. He felt the front of his soft, pillowy diapers begin to tent in defiance of his own displeasure with the current situation.

A pair of heels were then placed on his feet. The heels were far too small, but the machine did its damnedest to make sure they fit. After an agonizing few seconds, his feet were wedged inside the shoes.

More robotic arms descended and lifted him up, allowing a corset to be wrapped around his torso. The arms pulled the strings tightly as Zeke felt all air leave his lungs. And his lungs weren’t the only thing to feel pressure. The corset also was doing a number on his stomach, which was working its way through digesting an unhealthy amount of cheap pizza.

Zeke knew an eruption was pending. If he didn’t escape soon, these bright white diapers might not be so white anymore.

The machine paid no mind to Zeke’s plight, lifting his arms high in the air and sliding down the pink princess dress that Kelly had selected. The dress was made of silk, with lace and ruffles scattered all around. At his waist, the dress was bellowed out by a built-in petticoat that pushed the skirt wide and high, ensuring his diapers would be visible from every angle.

A metal mask was placed on his face. He shouted as the metal warmed up and printed make-up onto him, according to Kelly’s specifications. While that happened, a big blonde wig with strands of hair that extended down to Zeke’s lower back was positioned and glued onto his head.

Zeke gasped for air the second the mask parted ways with his face. If he had a mirror, he would’ve seen the sum total of lipstick, blush, concealer, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, and every other product under the sun that had been precisely slathered onto his face.

As soon as the finishing touch of a small, golden tiara was placed on his head, Zeke was yanked toward a large cardboard box. The arms placed him inside and secured his hands and feet with large twist ties.

The killer was a fifth twist tie that was placed around his waist and pulled tight to make sure the new dolly would be jostled in the box. With the corset and the twist tie combined, Zeke’s bowels could no longer handle the pressure. A large pizza’s worth of poop was squeezed out of him like a tube of runny toothpaste. 

With the dolly in place, the box was sealed shut and lowered onto a conveyor belt that exited the machine. Zeke thrashed around inside the box, using every ounce of strength he had to break free of his restraints, but all he managed to do was smear the mess in his pants even more.

The box was lifted one last time as pretty pink wrapping paper was applied for the birthday girl. Zeke could no longer see anything beyond a dull glow of light that strained through the thin pink covering.

Finally, Zeke felt himself come to a stop. The box was clumsily lifted up and dropped to the ground, slamming Zeke against the mush in his nappies. He grimaced.

Tiny hands began to tear the paper away, allowing Zeke to look up at his sister and her many friends grinning deviously down at him. He blushed with the heat of a thousand suns.

Kelly leaned in close to Zeke’s face, admiring her own handiwork.

“I think I have a new favorite dolly.”

THE END.

Artwork By CodiBaby 💜

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the perfect ten

He really was perfect. The kind of man my mother would swoon over and gush to her bridge club about. Handsome in a quiet, effortless way. A gentleman who held doors, remembered birthdays, and had a knack for making waitresses laugh when they looked like they needed it most. He had a good job, he dressed well, and he smelled even better. He wasn’t just “boyfriend material.” He was the sort of man who came wrapped up in a bow labeled husband.

But of course, life has its little ironies. The man who could make my mother glow with approval, who had my friends all asking if he had a brother, turned out to be… well, a bit of a disaster where it mattered most. He tried, oh, he tried so hard, but he just never had the spark, the fire, the confidence. In bed, he was less a roaring blaze and more a damp match. And so, as a practical woman, I made the only reasonable decision. If he wasn’t fit to be my lover, he could still be my husband. He just needed a role more suited to his talents.

That’s how I ended up with a man who sleeps every night in a crib. My husband. The once-perfect gentleman, now the sweetest, most obedient little boy. His “manhood”, that word hardly fits anymore, cushioned in a thick diaper that I tape on with my own hands before tucking him in. He never argues, never pouts. He just sucks his pacifier and looks up at me with those big, trusting eyes while I adjust his mobile and kiss his forehead. Sometimes, when he stirs in the night, I hear the faint crinkle and the muffled sigh of relief as he wets himself. By morning, his Pampers are swollen, sagging between the bars of the crib. And I’m always there, smiling sweetly, cooing about what a good baby he is while I change him.

It’s not that I don’t love him. I do. I love his loyalty, his sweetness, his silly little smiles when I praise him. But a woman has needs, needs my “baby” could never hope to meet. Which is why I slip into something my husband would never recognize, something short, silky, and daring, when I leave him tucked up in his crib. He falls asleep to the sound of his lullaby machine, clutching his teddy bear, while I step out into the night.

There’s another man waiting for me. Men, sometimes. The kind I’d never marry. Too wild, too reckless, too selfish for a ring. But perfect for what my baby husband cannot give me. One leans against the bar with a crooked smile, his hands rough as they slide down my waist. Another has a laugh that fills the room, and when he pulls me close, his teeth graze the curve of my neck. I melt into it, into the heat of real desire.

And always, always, in the back of my mind, the comparison tickles me. Him, kissing and biting my neck, leaving little red marks for me to cover later. And my husband, back home, sucking on his pacifier with the same eager rhythm, drooling a little onto his pillow. My lover’s hands pinning mine above my head, his body pressing hard against mine. My husband’s mittened hands clinging to his teddy bear, wiggling in a soggy diaper. The contrast is delicious.

By the time I slip back into the house, shoes dangling from my hand, the night’s echoes still humming through my body, he’s exactly where I left him. My sweet little husband, curled up in his crib, his diaper swollen and heavy. He stirs when I open the door, eyes blinking open, pacifier bobbing as he lisp-whispers, “M-mommy?”

I lean over the crib, brushing his hair back, smiling like the devoted wife everyone thinks I am. “Yes, sweetheart. Mommy’s home.” He smiles through his pacifier, utterly content, never knowing what lipstick stains I just wiped off or whose scent lingers faintly on my skin.

He doesn’t need to know. He doesn’t need to be anything more than what he is: my perfect husband, the kind my mother loves, who will never stray, never fail me. My diapered little man, soggy and docile, waiting patiently in his crib for the life I chose for him.

And me? I have everything I want. A baby to care for, a man to come home to, and the freedom to be loved and touched as I please. He may have been a zero in bed, but with a diaper and a crib, he’s become the perfect ten, for me.

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Uh oh, mommy 😳🥺

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Be careful !

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little funfetti / birthday cake aesthetic ˙✧˖° 🎂⋆｡˚꩜

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Finally!

After almost 3 months I finally got a day where I could wear my diapers again!

She asked me what I wanted to wear as far as diapers and outfits. This is what I chose almost immediately!

I know you can't really tell, but I'm already a total pottypants in these pics. Totally soaked and completely messy. I also have a sore, red bottom from a well deserved spanking as well. I was dry for maybe 5 minutes after I was in diapers and loaded my pants about 10 minutes after that.

She told me it said alot about how much of a sissy baby I am given that I chose this outfit for the ONE day I would be able to wear diapers. I want to disagree but it's hard to argue when you're sitting in fully loaded double cloth diapers, double plastic panties, pink tights, frilly socks, a frilly diaper cover, a sissy baby dress, and have a pink paci in your mouth.

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What mommy got for Jolene at the shopping store 🛒

It was a pleasant Friday while baby Jolene was just waking up from a deep sleep in her big double soggy diaper after having series of lovely, adorable and sweet dreams of mommy all night because mommy bed time stories has shape baby dreams and thought, little Jolene just enjoy mommy cozy care and the night cuddle while in my big soggy diaper, mommy has change Jolene into newly born baby because that’s how baby feel and after the morning bre@stfeeding mommy whisper slowly to baby’s ear I have some mind blowing surprise for you my little Jolene, Curiously asking “ Really mommy what!?? While mommy was wearing that charming smile she replied baby We are going out for shopping spree, all baby old toys and wears will be replace because they are outdated and mommy want to brand my little Jolene because you know with mommy you’re now a new born baby and all your wears, pacifier, foods, Baba(bottle), chastity, wand, plugs, stuffies and many more will be replace to mommy taste you know mommy always know the best for baby and more diaper restocking since we already running low and mommy is going to be covering every cost baby because this your reward for being obedient and discipline baby, so mommy will be celebrating you my little Jolene which means today a new BABY IS BORN and the name JOLENE🎀🚼 the luckiest baby in the world 🤭❤️🤱

Like and reblog if you’re submissive and deserve a shopping spree like Jolene 🎀🥰🤱